We haven't been together long. We met just this summer at a grocery store. Both of us are young professionals (I am 21, she is 20) trying to get on our own two feet so we thought after a year of hard work we should just stay home for New Year's eve and have some fun, just the two of us.
I had promised her some rum and coke (she'll be 21 next year, I just turned 21) but had forgotten so we decided to go out on a liquor run together. It was very cold last night and she told me she'd start the car and get it warmed up before we leave which was fine by me. At this point I had no clue about what was going to go down within that next half hour.
After a while I figured she was probably just waiting for me and I was correct but something wasn't right. As I opened the door to the garage I was hit by the smell of exhaust fumes from our '91 Camry and as usual she neglected to pull it out of the garage before starting it. (I would very soon learn exactly why and I would learn so much more than I even wanted to and in a very direct way I would learn) The garage door was open of course but it always starts to get a little fumey in there anyway after she starts the engine and she had probably had it running a few minutes by now.
I was a little annoyed at first but before I could say much she shut off the engine and told me to get in the car which I noticed was filled with fumes but still plenty diluted enough by the outside air and shutoff engine so that I wasn't too worried and strangely I was a little horny.
She started stripping down till all she was wearing was her bra and panties. I instinctually took off my shirt and pants and we started making out in the car still thick with the smell of exhaust fumes even after being shut off for 5 good minutes. It had built up in the car just to the point where you really could smell it but it was so diluted by whatever fresh air remained inside from the open garage so I just kinda went with it.
We started making out and next thing I know we are ontop of each other making love in the back of the car which had trapped just enough weak residual exhaust fumes to smell kinda pleasant if you like the smell of gasoline and gas powered engines but not enough to be anything that would kill us right there and then.
Within a few minutes she had told me about her fetish for exhaust fumes. She isn't suicidal but she explained that she has always liked the smell and the feeling of the fumes.
I told her that even though there was probably enough fresh air to be safe in the moment that this is very bad for our lungs to which she said "then let’s just sacrifice our lungs in the name of pleasure tonight" which gave me a massive boner.
As time progressed I lasted nice and long for her and indulged her fetish without complaint. We were panting so hard as we threw caution to the wind and sucked in what remained of the lingering fumes. She started coughing a slightly wheezy cough and I watched her ample young perky breasts jiggle as she moaned in pleasure.
Then she got up suddenly and started the car for about 10 seconds, garage door still opened, just long enough to refill the car with the same level of fumes as is typical to experience on a cold day while scraping snow your car for example. About as polluted as the air anyone who works on cars is likely to experience but nothing that looked like it would kill us. We have a built in carbon monoxide detector (now it all makes sense why she wanted that ;) and it registered 20 which she told me is only enough to cause a headache after about half an hour. (That’s when I realized just how into this she was.)
I was getting hotter by the minute and reassured of my (relative) safety from immediate death I decided to indulge her fantasy as we hopped back in that fumey car and went at it again as neither of us had orgasmed yet.
She started coughing again (I was coughing even more not being used to it at all) and sounding a little wheezy as did I but the CO detector was not beeping so we kept going even as our lungs protested their unfortunate but, at this point, deliberate abuse.
I got so hot watching her young perky breasts jiggle as we bounced up and down shaking the car like a hurricane.
I pounded her so hard and, as we coughed and wheezed, I started getting so turned on by the sensation of the mild but nevertheless noxious pollution filling our lungs to the point where we could taste it.
I stared intently at her heaving chest and soft, perky breasts as they jiggled as she sucked more and more of the car’s toxic pollution deeper and deeper into every little crevice of her delicate little 20 year old lungs.
I could literally feel the exhaust soaking deeper and deeper into our lungs till there was no doubt I could taste it. She started coughing and let out a wheeze so long and squeaky it was like she was about to have an asthma attack and that’s when I came deep inside of her.
I am certain that it was worth whatever damage we did, although if I knew what was coming I never would have agreed to it. After all I somehow, during the experience, quickly understood her fetish for breathing air that has been polluted by the fumes of a car's running engine so long as it is diluted to a "safe but unhealthy level of pollution" as she called it.
The problem is I love her (and I love my lungs, the only breathing apparatus I have really lol.)
I want to fulfill her every fantasy but I don't want her to hurt herself by doing this again. One time feels like more than enough and I still can taste the gasoline on my breath every so often. This cannot be good in any way and I do not recommend it to anyone ever to be honest.
I told her about my concern over her apparent lack of concern. She explained how nothing turns her on more than the smell of the fumes and the act of sacrificing her lungs in the name of pleasure and somehow I started to understand exactly what she was saying but after a long talk we both agreed that our love for each other and our concern for each other’s wellbeing is far more important than any fetish can ever be.
We came up with the idea of taking an old piece of cloth and letting it absorb the smell of exhaust which we could then smell as we have sex in a room full of nothing but fresh air but then we decided that it was still not what we wanted for each in our heart of hearts and could likely lead us back to what we had just done.
So, although we had our poisonous fun, I am actually even more turned on my the idea of our love for each other triumphing over all that is dark and full of demons.
We came to realize we both have a lung related fetish likely stemming from the heavy panting that happens during sex but neither of us TRULY wanted to cause any permanent damage to our health and certainly not to each other’s. We try to get outdoors often to hike and we eat healthy so why would we do something so harmful just for the temporary rush like that? We just couldn't justify letting our dark side take over our sex life or relationship because we really have something here.
We decided the best compromise would probably be to get turned on by the fresh outdoor air while making love deep in the forest breathing in that fresh mountain air or on the beach as we inhale that lovely salty (but apparently healing) fresh ocean air deep into our much deserving lungs haha. It would certainly do us some good after last night and what can be more sexy than bringing it full circle like that; from the innocence of nature to the corruption of our industrial society, back, once and for all, to the innocence and beauty of nature again.
So while I am still shaken by what occurred last night I am so happy and relieved that we were able to, essentially, take something dark, accept it for what it is, then give it up in the name of our deep love for each other. We are not normal but we love each other more than anything this world can put in front of us!
Here’s wishing a happy, healthy, fun and safe 2016 to all of you!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/3z366d/discovering_my_girlfriends_car_exhaust_fetish_a